I've literally flown hundreds of times now, but everytime I finally step onto that plane, a chill runs down my back and I think 'could this be the day it goes down?'  Not a great thought to share with anyone I realize, but none the less it torments me.

I'm honestly fine with the whole idea of flying before I've been locked into what I refer to as "the death trap"  If you really take some time to think about it, you've barricaded yourself into a hunk of metal with one hundred to a hundred and fifty strangers and expect this thing to take off and land safely everytime.  I mean the world is what it is today because of being able to travel, but it just doesn't seem like a concept such as flying should work.

Now a days with all this terrorism balogna, you're basically paying someone to accuse you of trying to hijack a plane, rummage through all your personal effects and then put you through rigorous screenings that most likely tells the man behind the little computer screen whether or not you wear granny panties or a thong.  Then there's the air test where they put you into this contraption that makes it feel like you're being shot a thousand times, and your shirts flinging upwards exposing your bra, your hairs being flung around, and it's like a 99 cent peep show for the other passengers around you.  I mean you might as well get the other people's names around you so at least you've have some kind of formal meeting before you show your goods.

I was coming home from visiting friends in Florida and the day had just started disasterous to begin with.  I couldn't wake up my ride because he locked his dorm room due to the fact that drunk people kept busting into his room,  and then Dunking Donuts ran out of Ice Coffee (I mean can that seriously happen).  On top of that since I'm so wierd about flying to begin with I always have about four rountines I go through before and after I actually step onto the plane.  The little Hail Mary Statue I always fly with I left in the car, I couldn't find the little picture on my parents from way back in the 70's I always have on me either and a feeling of uneasiness just floated into my stomach.  Little did I know what I was in for.